War Stories Song Lyrics

We spent new years in Max the homies made a comida
Right away the next day the homie shot us a wila
Saying kick it off let the war begin
Snatch up every fucking buster and piece them in
That was the end of the so called truce
The homies laced up they boots and they put them to use
G's on the loose and they was ready and willing
I saw joy on their faces fore their blood started spilling
I know the feeling cus I was right there too
The Sur is one blood ese that bears true
They had a game plan homies making the same stand
An organized hit like shit you see up on gangland

The fame rang all across the state
Two zero eight gang members full of pain and hate